2.20

[I have a much larger story I'm working on, so this will have to do.]

Have you ever fallen in love with an empty place made for humans? Have you watched a lonesome basketball drift across an empty lot set up as a community basketball court? Have you looked up from your book in the library and found that there were no humans and no noise? Have you broken into an empty fairground just to wander through the building where the best pigs in the state will be shown in a short five months?
And if you could fall in love in an empty place made for humans, you would no longer be alone, and the emptiness would be sweeter because then the place is made for you, and the basketball court is yours without free throws and the library is yours without books and the fair is yours without summer, and every moment is a private eternity. And you could never go back to the time when things were empty and you're too happy for words.